“You’ve got clean lines and a very appealing use of space,” she said, struggling with the right words to describe his creation.
Kyle chuckled at her ambiguous response. “But?”
“But, but—” She gestured at the air with an open hand, turning an imaginary valve with her hand. “This isn’t postmodern; it isn’t even modern. This is industrial. Albeit, re-imagined, re-envisioned…”
“Labels aren’t important, Cassie. It’s supposed to be a tribute to the past,” he said with a harsh sigh. He sounded so disappointed. His jaw hardened and his entire frame was tense. Abruptly, the bottom dropped out from under her. Too late, she realized that she had hurt his feelings.
Reaching out, she caught hold of his hand. “Kyle, I love it! It wasn’t what I was expecting. Nothing you ever do is what I expect. It’s one of the things I love—”
She aborted the impulse to shove a horrified hand into her mouth. Oh God. What had she done?
He stared back at her in surprise, but the look on his face said that he understood what she had meant. Oh well, no use in denying the obvious. She mustered a smile and finished her thought aloud. “…about you.”
Pleasure lit his entire expression, the sort of intangible happiness she associated with the perfect memories of childhood, and she no longer regretted having blurted out her feelings for him. So what if she felt exposed?
He tugged on her hand and pulled her into his arms. His voice took on that musical, Irish whiskey quality that she adored. His throaty timber was both gruff and sweet, beard stubble and brown sugar. “Want to know what I love most about you?”
Cassie shivered and melted in his arms. Her spirit soared. She had tipped her hand, but he hadn’t left her hanging. “You adore my brilliant insight and uncanny ability to comprehend your true genius?”
“That’s it.” Kyle laughed and tipped her face back to steal a kiss. His lips were velvet soft and the five o’clock stubble on his chin and cheeks felt scratchy against her skin. He whispered into her ear. “And you, just you.”
Emboldened, she locked her arms around his neck and ran her hands through his hair, allowing the sleek strands to slip through her fingers. He excited her beyond bearing, breeching all of her defenses and leaving her weak and aching. She growled in frustration, wanting so much more than she dared take.
Kyle broke the kiss and lifted his head. He pressed his lips to her forehead and held her close. “There’s never any pressure, Red. I want you to feel safe with me.”
She hid her tears against his chest and rubbed her cheek against the soft cotton of his shirt. “I know that.”
She also knew that time was passing. Before long, her job in Los Lobos would be done and she would have to figure out where to go from there. Their moments together would be over before they had really begun. He had already given her so much, but she wanted even more. She craved him like a sweet treat, needing to feel him penetrating her, owning her. She had learned to love again in his arms. Now, she wanted to take that final leap and learn to fly.
Ever sensitive to her moods, Kyle cocked his head and gazed at her with those tawny eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Her smile was bittersweet. “Nothing. I was just thinking about going home once we’re done here.”
“There’s still plenty of work to be done.”
“I want to make love to you.” There, she’d said it.
She’d obviously caught him off-guard. “Cass…”
She held up a staying hand. “Please, let me explain. I want to move forward with my life, put what happened behind me. I don’t want a lifetime of regrets on top of what Lynch has already done.”
Soothing hands framed her face. “Cassie, there’s no reason to rush into something you’re not ready for. I’m willing to wait. San Francisco is less than three hours from here. We can see each other as often as we like.”
She looked up with wide eyes. “Kyle, there’s more than three hours between us. I make okay money at what I do, but all of this…”
“All of what?”
She gestured skyward to indicate their surroundings: the estate, his convertible, and his wealth. “We’re from different worlds.”
His laugh was quick and infectious. “I’ve seen your taste in shoes, Red. You’re going to fit into my world just fine.”
Cassie flushed with pleasure. It wasn’t a marriage proposal, but it was almost as good. Kyle spoke of the future, their future together, giving voice to desires she only dared dream. Yes, she thought, it was time. She didn’t want to wait anymore.
She surged against him and rose on her toes to capture his sensuous mouth. His lips parted for her and her tongue teased the smooth ridge of his front teeth, and then darted past to caress the roof of his mouth. He responded with the lazy advance of his own tongue, exploring the recesses of her mouth.
His hand held the back of her head, tangling in her hair, and the other stroked her lower back and then over the curve of her ass. Cassie kept her palm flat against his chest to help maintain her balance and slid her other hand between their bodies to discover the prominent bulge of his cock through his pants, cupping the straining ridge and tight sac with questing fingers. Kyle groaned against her mouth.
She broke the kiss and grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
She shot him a sly smile. “Someplace with fewer windows.”
His tawny brown eyes glinted with humor. “Do I get a surprise?”
“Only if you’re really good.”
****
“I’m terrible at surprises. I admit—I shake presents.” Kyle followed Cassandra from his office. Something had changed; he just wasn’t sure what. It left him feeling edgy and tense.
She led him toward the upstairs bedrooms, and he went without qualms. He could guess why she wanted to go somewhere without windows, and his libido made the natural and optimistic leap. He lagged a couple steps behind Cassie to adjust his cock into a more comfortable position beneath the tight denim.
She laughed with delight. “I do too. When I was a kid, I’d sneak under the Christmas tree to weigh the packages and guess what it was based on size and shape.”
They had reached her bedroom and she opened the door and then moved aside so he could follow. He’d been in the room with her often enough, but seldom during the day. Kyle closed the door behind him and then locked it. He faced Cassie and they stood regarding each other with heated gazes. He drifted closer and bent to claim her mouth. “Are you sure?”
She pressed a wet kiss to his lips and her tongue darted out to tease him. “Yes.”
He framed her face with his hands as he fully claimed her lips. Her mouth opened for him and her tongue retreated. He assumed control of the joining and dominated her with forceful lips and a thrusting tongue. She tasted of the green tea and honey she’d sipped in his office, tangy and aromatic.
Kyle bent her backward over his arm. She yielded a bit at first, offering the slightest resistance and pushing back with her tongue. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt so tightly that the top buttons popped open. Her teeth nipped at his upper lip and her fingernails left light scratches across his chest, catching and tugging on his curly chest hair.
The rest of the buttons came undone and Kyle shrugged out of the long-sleeve shirt. His rough breathing and the sheen coating his skin betrayed his arousal. For the last several weeks, they had circled one another in an erotic courtship dance.
Cassie’s hand brushed against the front of his pants, and he moaned against her mouth, anticipating her touch against his cock. His balls tightened and blood surged through his erect penis. He ached to be inside of her pussy and experience her wet heat clenching around him. He longed to hear her sighs and moans as he stroked deeply against her core, the beat of her heart in her breast, the light of love in her eyes.
“Do you like that?” She laughed and trailed butterfly kisses along the side of his throat until she reached his pulse. Her hands massage
d his pectorals. With her fingertips, she pressed into the firm muscles of his chest, hard enough to create half-moon indentations. Her lips continued to ply him with kisses, apologizing for the faint abrasions her nails left.
“I love that.” His lips found the sweet spot just below her earlobe, the one that caused her to squeal and giggle and buck desperate hips against him. His hands caressed the perfect round globes of her butt. He had spent hours fantasizing about her firm ass. Imagining her sprawled facedown across his bed wearing only a red thong. Spreading her cheeks to reveal her pretty little pussy. Griping them as he pounded her into the mattress and screamed out his name.
Cassie’s hands stroked the furry flesh over his tight abs and caught hold of the denim of his fly. She tugged and failed to open the stubborn buttons. His jaw clenched and he forced his entire body to relax in spite of how many times her hands brushed the head of his cock. She continued wrestling with his fly, trying and failing to open it. The shifting pressure of the fabric against his erection caused him to groan.
“Has anyone ever told you your pants are too tight?” she asked, gritting her teeth in frustration.
“I swear—from now on I’ll wear looser pants.” He shooed her hand away.
“Oh, don’t do that. I love the way these jeans hug your ass.”
Kyle chuckled, but his attention centered on his throbbing member and how quickly he could be loving her with it. With a solid tug, he ripped the entire row of buttons open.
“Thanks, you’re so helpful.” Cassie grinned and rolled her eyes.
“I aim to please.”
She sank to her knees before him. Her small hands reached inside his pants and stroked his erection through his jersey boxers. Kyle moaned and concentrated on not stumbling and falling over. All rational thought ceased.
Palming his cock, she pressed the taut flesh against his abdomen. A moan tore from his throat and he shifted his hips forward, encouraging her to continue. Only his shorts separated their skin, and he craved a firmer touch. More heat. More pressure.
Cassie stroked his steely cock, establishing a slow and steady rhythm, and added a light downward pressure to her circular pattern. The soft cotton felt exquisite against his dick but the friction built to the point that it hurt.
“Red, please.” He communicated his discomfort with a glance and a slight shift of his hips. His hands formed fists, clenched tight at his sides.
She cast a sly glance upward as a smile danced on her lips and the glint in her eyes promised no swift end to his torment. But she snagged the waistband of his pants and boxers with her fingers and tugged both down his legs. His shaft sprang free and jutted outward from his body. Long, hard, proud.
Kyle cooperated with unthinking eagerness until his pants tangled about his shoes and he almost lost his balance. He swore and managed to land on his ass on the edge of the mattress. Cassie laughed at him, a husky sound, and her glorious red tresses teased his bare thighs and shaft as she bent to unlace his shoes. At long last, she tugged his clothing off.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his aching rod, tentative at first but with increasing passion. He groaned and endured the gentle torment. Her grip tightened and her other hand reached between them to cup his balls. She traced the thick vein along the underside of his penis, and then licked the slit at the mushroom-shaped head. She lubricated her thumb with the moisture pearling there before tracing delicious circles about the crown.
He watched her from beneath hooded eyelids. Her head bent toward his jutting erection, teasing him with the proximity of her lush lips, and her hair tumbled forward so the loose strands whispered across the bare skin of his thighs. He bit his lower lip as the tip of her tongue fluttered across the head of his member and delved into the slit. She lapped at him with quick flickers of her tongue and drove Kyle mad with need. The corded muscles of his body were so tight that he felt as if he might snap. It took a mighty act of self-control to remain still beneath her hot mouth and greedy hands.
“Please.” His lusty moan begged for more and Cassie’s chuckle reverberated through his groin. His cock was so hyper-sensitive that he felt every tiny vibration to devastating effect. It was torture.
Her hand closed around his shaft to form a fist, moving up and down along the length of his penis, creating a tight sheath. Her lips engulfed the head and she suckled his crown, working about him and drawing his length deeper. Unable to contain his need, he thrust his hips in time with her hand, forcing his cock into the scorching heat of her mouth. Her tongue did naughty things that caused his sac to pull up tight and a moan tore from his throat. The pressure in his balls threatened to explode.
Abruptly, he reached down and shifted his wet dick from her mouth. Surprise and uncertainty flickered in her green eyes. He had never stopped her before.
“Kyle?”
“It’s okay, Red. I want to be inside you when I come.”
He stood and pulled her up against his aching body. With hands that felt clumsy, he fumbled with her shirt and pants. Her bra proved to be a sadistic contraption with tiny hidden hooks. He cursed and she laughed. Then she helped him, until finally the last stitch of her clothing fell away.
****
His cock is huge. How can it possibly fit? Hell, he was more than just a handful. She had two fistfuls of cock, and the prospect of trying to fit him into her pussy made her more than a tad nervous. With a touch of uncertainty, Cassie cradled Kyle’s balls in one hand. She ran her other the length of his shaft, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. Cum glistened on the slit and she used her thumb to spread the moisture across his crown.
She sat on the edge of the bed as he stood before her. In an obvious hurry, he yanked open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. He passed it to her and she used her mouth to tear it open. The torn foil package fell to the floor. Her brow furrowed as she regarded it with a degree of uncertainty.
“I can do that if you don’t know how,” Kyle said with a touch of desperation in his voice. The poor man…
“No, I’ve got it. I think…” She made an aborted attempt to get the damn thing over his cock and failed. “I think it’s too small.” Then she heard the complaint in her tone and gasped in dismay. “I mean, it’s fine. Y-your y-your thing. P-penis. I meant the condom is too tight…”
“Red, I know what you meant.” He laughed, and oh yes, this time there was no mistaking the man’s impatience as he grabbed the condom from her shaking fingertips.
“I’m just not used to…” Cassie dropped her hands and glared at him as he unrolled the condom over his erection. Moisture soaked her sex and coated the insides of her thighs. Over the course of the last few weeks, she had spent plenty of time in his arms, learning the joys of his body and surrendering to the ecstasy his touch created.
“You may not be used to saying it but I love the way you touch and suck my cock.” With a wicked grin, Kyle slid onto the bed beside her.
“Mmmmm, maybe you should consider returning the favor.” Her green eyes danced as she made it a taunt and a dare all rolled into one.
“Red, I could spend all night with my mouth on your pussy,” Kyle said with a gleam in his tawny eyes.
She laughed and he kissed her. Much of her tension bled away. His tongue crept past her lips, stroking the slick surface of her teeth, and delved into the hidden recesses of her mouth. He tasted sinful, like some forbidden spice. His kisses intoxicated her.
Cassie skimmed her hands across his torso, learning the broad planes of his shoulders and stroking his flat stomach. His chest hair felt springy beneath her palms. The proof of his arousal jutted against her hip, and yet she knew him well enough to sense when he was holding back.
She broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”
He smiled at her. “I’m waiting for you to tell me.”
“Oh.” She stared at him. “Oh.”
His brow knit. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, don’t stop. I’m sorry. I’m just…”
> “Scared?”
“No, nervous,” she said. “I’m worried I’ll do something wrong.”
He laughed. “You can’t do this wrong, Cassie.”
“I know that but I’m still worried I’ll find some way to mess it up anyway.”
Kyle’s expression grew serious. “We can wait, baby. I don’t want you to regret this later.” Sometimes he understood her better than she did herself.
“How could I ever regret being with you? I’m not afraid of that. I’m scared of what comes after.”
“No one can predict what the future holds.” His voice was muffled against her skin. “I can only tell you what I feel now. I want you. I want to create something beautiful with you.”
“Then stop talking and don’t stop touching me.” Her tone had a bit of bite, but she wanted him to know she was okay—more than okay. Her passion was soaring.
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”
Cassie rolled onto her back and parted her thighs, tugging Kyle over her with desperate hands. The flicker in his eyes revealed his surprise at her aggression, but he settled between her thighs. His open hand caressed her bare stomach, a feather-soft touch that was a tantalizing prelude of what was to come. The muscles of her abdomen quivered and she moaned when his thick member pressed against her sex.
“Ah, Red, you’re lovely.” He spoke her name as he had from the very beginning—as if they were already making love. That lilting vocal quality resonated throughout her body.
She flushed because he made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Gorgeous and desirable. “You’re not so hard on the eye either, McCleod.”
Kyle laughed and turned his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder. He suckled her ear lobe and then his white teeth nipped on the tender flesh until she squirmed. His dark head bent to trail kisses along the column of her throat to her collarbone. His gaze stroked every inch of her flesh, as evocative as touch, and his lips followed.
Her breasts were small and firm, her nipples hard and erect, ready for his lips when he lowered his mouth to suckle first one and then the other. Cassie whimpered and her fingernails gouged half-moons in his shoulders as his mouth slid to the valley between her breasts.
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